Okay, let’s see if we can manage three days a week, shall we? I can’t promise in-depth, lengthy commentary, but maybe the short stuff will do.

I’m very sad to see that Gene Wilder died; he’s been one of my favorite actors for basically ever. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory was probably the first movie of his I saw; pretty sure my father showed me Young Frankenstein when I was, like, eleven. I discovered The Producers the summer I was 14, and proceeded to tell everyone I knew to watch it. I think only JC actually did (because he and I were the Merv Griffin weirdo teenagers). And at some point I saw him in The Little Prince and just hated it. Too sincere and too sweet. The thing I loved about Gene Wilder was the weirdness underneath.

The husband and I quote just about all his movies at each other regularly. Even the kid quotes some of them, and he only made it halfway through Young Frankenstein.

The Dreaded Bio

I read (you can check out my Goodreads if you want).

I write (I’ve been published in Cicada, On Spec, Strange Horizons, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, GigaNotoSaurus, Penumbra eMag, and Betwixt; the stuff that’s available online for reading or purchase is linked below).

I plan for the inevitable zombie apocalypse and welcome the coming of the gorilla revolution. Or the anarchist rabbits. Whichever happens first.